Simulation Succotash: The Snow(malian)Job. Update

Well, here we are, yet again. Sorry, that's incorrect. Where the all encompassing world of digital and pixilated balderdash is concerned, we are always here. As I asserted in my original epistle on ye olde simulation, le grand fakenghey is a 24/7 operation, at least until such time as the populace wakes up in numbers that might conceivably move the needle regarding the nature of our existence. 

For the purpose of this latest installment on the simulation, I'm leveling my gimlet eyed gaze on the spectacular folderol in none other than Minnypolice, Minnysoma(lia), because, as my fabulous wordplay indicates, the ICEy doings in the great, not so white, north are absolutely rife with big, honking hints that we're dealing with a soup to nuts psychological operation. As my keenly astute compatriot, the Squid, observed: "It’s occurred to me that a significant part of the joke around the ice psyop is the staging of it in freezing cold, icy MN. Not to mention all the word associations-"Put them /it “on ice” The Ice Bucket Challenge etc…  How brain dead are they basically?" 

How brain dead, indeed. My response to the Squid's superb pith was to offer that where the ICEcapades are concerned it's worth bearing in mind that the first four letters of Soma(lia) mean "an intoxicant", and, as it happens, the last four letters of Minnesota sound almost exactly the same as soma. For me at least, it's not a stretch to observe that they are drugging us, and they are telling us they are drugging us while they're doing it. Neurolinguistic programming is, after all, a real methodology, and it's a tool they avail themselves of, despite the spurious claims to the contrary. It's real because language, in and of itself, is a powerful human attribute that can be manipulated to deeply effect us, even though the effect of artfully arranging or spell(ing) words is often only felt unconsciously. And, quite frankly, my view is that they engage in spells with words, because, well, they just flat out enjoy fucking with us. So, the fact that the words soma and coma trip off the tongue very similarly is probably not to be casually dismissed as just another chance occurrence. But wait! There's more, because there almost always is more with these simulation spectaculars. My read of the MN hi-jinks is that it's as inorganic as plastic cutlery, such that all the elements of this icey theatrical are as orchestrated as any symphony one might name,  and, like any self respecting made for pixils screenplay, the names of the key characters, and the plot points/actions that hold the story together, and that give it forward motion, are tightly controlled with respect to who, what, when, and where.

Which brings me to one, Greg Bovino, the ICE head honcho whose last name translates from the Italian as bovine, as in cow, or, perhaps, more specifically, bull, which, for someone like me, who holds a large quantity of fake history in his head, is very reminiscent of the infamous civil rights era character, Bull(crap) CONnor (h/t to the Squid, again, who rather advisedly emboldened the first three letters of the Bull's last name) who was the Birmingham, Alabama "public safety" commissioner. Beyond the area of semi-subtle neuro linguistics, our latter day bull in a china shop wears the attire and parts his hair in ways that are very reminiscent of the Nazis.  I contend that Herr Bovino is also meant to put us in mind of the character Captain Stephen Lockjaw from the film One Battle After Another, whose release came in reasonably close temporal proximity to the emergence of the ICE follies. I could go on, because there is more to dig into with this subject, see the alleged victim, and original martyr with the strongly Christ like name, Renee (which means "reborn") Good, for some more hints that we're being emotionally and mentally manipulated. In any case, from where I sit, I believe there's already ample evidence to reaffirm that the entertainment/film industry located in Southern California deserves to be referred to as Langleywood, and all the jiggery pokery going on in Minneapolis, MN is, indeed, more op than organic. In summary, Virginia, I feel compelled to state once again, and for the record, that it's my considered view that we peeps really do live in a bleeping simulation.

Update: 1/27

Whether it was the work of AI, or, as The Squid put it, "failed NYU screenwriters" now plying their trade in the 9th sub basement at Langley, more noteworthy trolling from the intelligence community pranksters has emerged in the Minnypolice, Minnysoma(lia) psyop. An alleged second victim of the Greg Bovine brown shirt brigade has been identified as one, Alex Pretti, who, as his (fake) obituary divulges, “didn’t just walk through the woods—he listened to them.” I'm sure. Much more interesting than this silly tidbit about someone who, if he isn't fictional, is almost certainly a state asset, is that in no obituary I can find is this persons' birth date ever provided. However, as the second person claimed to have perished at the hands of ICE, the Pretti one was also said to have been thirty seven years old at his death, just like the alleged ICE victim, Renee Good, who supposedly preceded him. That's some pretti good info, don't you think? Now, if you would, bear in mind just how low the odds are that the last names of the two alleged victims in the Minnypolice psyop could be readily combined to create the phrase, "pretty good", and let's further examine the name, Alex Pretti, which is nothing more or less than a giant wordplay all by itself. After all, Al is short for Alex and visually, at least, AI (the name) is identical to AI (the tech). You get what I'm driving at here, don't you, which is that everything related to Pretty AI/AL Pretti and the entire theatrical said to be occurring in Minnypolice, Minnysomalia is a colossal and monumentally evil troll.